" She moved down my chest, her head nestled into my stomach, kissing. There was suddenly something awkward and strange here. A ringing in my brain. In...essant and patronizing. Her words: 'I'm doing this for you... then we have to stop'? What the hell did that mean? It sounded like she was setting this whole thing up. My mind was spinning out of control. We were just standing there talking about who was taller... before that... then it hit me."No! Stop." My hands went for hers. I began pulling. I wanted to get in right away. So then I was like wow, a new neighbour. Time to find out which house she lives in. So on one floor, there are 6 flats with house number being in 3 digits. So my house number was 702, but I didn’t know hers. So I went up and saw that the door of 701 was open it was just opposite mine. I went near the door and it was that house with workers in and things were being arranged. Days kept passing and I never really saw her. She rarely came out. We have this grocery. “Alright, why are you here?” “Just wanted to talk. Seen you around, decided to finally say hi.”He gave the girl a closer look. She was young, probably one of the pledges. Black hair framed a soft heart-shaped face. She brimmed with energy, unable to sit still in her seat and this caused her sizable chest to sway before his eyes.She caught him ogling and smiled. “Like what you see? Of course, you do. Why do girls always ask that? They know the answer. Is it sexy? I don’t think so, but I’m not a. Please board at Gate Fourteen.” She stayed behind, seated instead. This blonde would not move or stand up. I began to think she was not getting on this flight, and, of course, I would never see her again. This would be my last chance to peer at her beautiful bubble ass again (this is something normal for a male to observe, scrutinising a woman carefully, up and down, especially if we are at a public place). I said aloud to a fellow guy sitting next to me,“That girl over there has got some.